The night before he broke up with me
I applied for a job in the City

After work, 5pm. We text. I love you, I love you too.
Call in 20min?
Perfecto.
We call, talk, time, out. One hour later, we hang up. He broke up with me. Did he just break up with me?
He did.
He got tired, frustrated, angry. As usual. I told him to stay calm, breathe, love, and all is coming. He didn’t. Love. No more.
He does, he tells me but he’s out of energy. He waited for two years and now I’m finally coming, he’s gone.
I’m not sure if I want you here, he says. I’m not even sure if I want to be in Mexico City, right now.
I applied for a job in the City where you might no longer live when I arrive.
I applied for a job in the City to be with you.
I applied for a job in the City.
If I get the job, I will do it.
I will move.
And so it is.
Namaste

